Tag Archives: Wells Beach

Perspective

The ebbing tide has drained the ocean floor, a flat expanse of glistening, naked sand; its sheen reflects a sullen overcast, the white above, a silver film beneath. The summer boarding houses past the dunes have porches facing east, and … Continue reading →

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Reflections on the Sea from Wells Beach, Maine

The sea moves endlessly in faceted planes that swell and fall. She reflects light and we reflect upon her. Continue reading →

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